very rough draft from my next book

When Angels Bleed

How can you sleep
When in your youth
You made angels bleed
More often than not

To look in the mirror
Is a frightening sight
Your eyes remain the same
Everything else is a distant memory

Of days and years gone
Except in the middle of the night
When the haunting souls of Angels
Come to visit - as they cough blood

Put on earth to remind
All of us we are the same
Their message was that of hope
A generation to lead the next millennium

Still your courage did save
many more lives, by taking those
Handful of Angels
You tell yourself that

They leave your dreams
Was it a test
Did you
Pass or Fail

On the playground or in a Church
You catch a glimpse of them
For a split second
They look the same

Always in the distance
You can hear their voices faintly
As if the wind were
Bringing them to you from a thousand meters

Each night as they vanish
You wish them well
Followed by I'm sorry
Sleep well my bloody Angels

i'm back and its been a long time and road

how is everyone ? I will post some poems later this weekend

very rough draft poem for my 5th book of poems


Reader

The seconds loom
With the doom of days
Where art thou
I have waited

Like Romeo
Yet you do not appear
Is it my scars
That scare you

I feel as though
You have forsaken me
Perhaps for another
I know or even trained

Now I wait for you
On your balcony
Imaging your long locks
Flowing in the breeze

As you come out
For the evening air
Nearly forty
Seconds late

I will have to make
Our date short
Perhaps I should
Skip the foreplay

You lit a cigarette - then sit to read
I have been wondering what
Perhaps Mien Kemf
Dantate’s Inferno or Machvalli

As I lack the originality
Of a man bored with his job
I approach you silently
And casually toss you over the edge

You scream on your way down
A hundred feet later
You stop
Suddenly
I reach for your book
Because I have to know
I tremble with fear
As I see it is the Bible

This can’t be good
How does a man like you
Come to enjoy the bible each night
You are as evil as man as there is

I hear the sentries
Running toward your body
The Whistles start,
Then the alarms

I walk swiftly
Back to my ropes
Hidden in the turrets
Repelling to the ground

Sprinting
Into the tree line
Two hundred meters later
I am with the thick of the forest

You will not find me from here
I will shuffle 40 kilometers
Before you realize I was even there
When I stop just before the sun comes up

I open to your book mark
Revelations
Chapter twenty two
Verse twenty one



Note:

Rev: 22:21

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen

very rough draft poem for my 5th book of poems

thanks for all the love

Schools out

I am a predator’s predator
And you now know it
The look on your face shows it
Like finding a great white shark in a bathtub

You have never seen me
Only heard the rumors
Of my existence
From men, who never knew a man of my likes?

Yet you sense I am close
Something is wrong
Maybe they have trained you well
Trusting what you feel

Knowing your instincts are right
You get up slowly
To check on your sentries
Alarmed when you can not find them

For nearly a week
I followed you
Watching your
Every move

Learning how
You react
You are to disciplined
Everything is by the book

Now I thirst for you to find me
To see what
Knowledge you have
Been instilled

Your comrades, had little
And they paid with their life
I think you learned
From reading, not doing

Nor the carrot and the stick
Academics,
With no real
World experience

You creep
Through the forest
Silently, fluidly as if you
Were ready for anything

Now play time
Is over
School is out
And its three o’clock

You still can not
Sense my closeness
From behind a tree
I grab you

Slitting your throat
Left to right
Gently as if I was
Playing the violin

Then filling
Half a canteen cup
With your blood
Gulping it down

While your
Heart still beats
It’s warm, sweet and slightly salty
You will live inside me

I think
If a tree falls in a Forest
With nobody around
Does it make a sound?

Extra ecclesiam nulla salus.

Salvation I seek
From a God
I abandoned
In a desert

What seems
Like
Fifteen
Life times ago

In choosing life
I left his graces
Without a second thought
Running from him

To save my own
Joining Lucifer’s army
Rising thought the ranks
I was field commissioned

Wondering
In a wasteland
While I wasted
My youth

Now as a retired general
I approach forty in years
Never thinking
I would live this long

Each day I reflect
With that which night will bring
Penance
In its purest form

So much I feel
This is my purgatory
Knowing I will live
Until at least 102

Allowing me to
Consider my wrongs
While righting them
In little ways

Helping the thirty
Find water
Giving shelter
To those in need

15 years ago tonight 15 kilometers north of the lazy S of the Saudi / Iraqi border

a man bravery I knew not, saved my life at the cost of his own - each breath I have taken since then I can trace back to that night.

So if you could lift a glass for him tonight

you may have read this draft before from my next book

L'chaim

We may rise
A glass together
Toasting to the
Recklessness of our youth

The bourbon helps
Make it all so clear
As I have not seen
You in years

I drink yours and mine
When we get together - the third day of each year
Daily your memory haunts me
Motivating me through guilt

Why did you
Do it
Why would you choice
Your own life over mine

I thought
You were my friend
How could you leave
That pressure on me

Each day I work and toil
Every breath a miracle
Not wanting to disrespect
The gift you gave me

I like to think
Had things been reversed
I would have done
The same for you
If you would have let me

Now tell me - how
Do I have the courage
after all these years
To tell your son and wife
You picked me over them

L’chaim

We may rise
A glass together
Toasting to the
Recklessness of our youth

The bourbon helps
Make it all so clear
As I have not seen
You in years

I drink yours and mine
When we get together – the third day of each year
Daily your memory haunts me
Motivating me through guilt

Why did you
Do it
Why would you choice
Your own life over mine

I thought
You were my friend
How could you leave
That pressure on me

Each day I work and toil
Every breath a miracle
Not wanting to disrespect
The gift you gave me

I like to think
Had things been reversed
I would have done
The same for you
If you would have let me

Now tell me - how
Do I have the courage
after all these years
To tell your son and wife
You choice me over them

very rough draft

When Angels Bleed

How can you sleep
When in your youth
You made angels bleed
More often than not

To look in the mirror
Is a freighting sight
Your eyes remain the same
Everything else is a distant memory

Of days and years gone
Except in the middle of the night
When the haunting souls of Angels
Come to visit – as they cough blood

Put on earth to remind
All of us we are the same
Their message was that of hope
A generation to lead the next millennium

Still your courage did save
many more lives, by taking those
Handful of Angels
You tell yourself that

They leave your dreams
Was it a test
Did you pass or Fail


On the playground or in a Church
You catch a glimpse of them
For a split second
They look the same


Always in the distance
You can hear their voices faintly
As if the wind were
Bringing them to you from a thousand meters

Each night as they vanish
You wish them well
Followed by I’m sorry
Sleep well my bloody Angels

okay third book is out in another two weeks - this one is very very very dark

here are some bits and pieces

"Certainly there is no hunting like the hunting of man and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never really care for anything else thereafter."
-Ernest Hemingway


Fair Trade

for # five”


You exchanged life
For my knife
Not since the Indians and the beads
Has there been less of a deal

I see your face each day while I shave
Feeling the scar you left
Across my right check
Hidden by the years and weight

You fought with all your might
Screaming and kicking
Biting while crying
Hoping it was a play fight

I buried my blade
In the middle of your chest
So deeply, it had to stay
And lay with you in your final rest

In the distance of the years
Nearly 5000 days of holding back the tears
Still you haunt, each night
I still think it was a Fair Trade


Spoils

“for # thirty three”


You are much stronger
Than you appeared
Yet we both sense the results
Still we must go thru the motions

Your power,
Is no match
Your will to live
Is truly astounding

It will be a privilege
To end things for you
Finally an enemy
With a fiery heart

As we near the end
You surprise me
By pulling a third knife out
This one from your boot

My mood shifts from
Admiration to aggravation
I turn the blade on you
Burrowing it into your left eye

With a single
Blow
I crush
Your windpipe



It stops
The screaming
It will be over
In a few seconds

I check your pockets
Rummage your gear
I am happy
To find

Clean socks and
A candy bar
To the victor
Go the spoils